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Post by Delilah on Sept 14, 2008 18:07:52 GMT -5
Ayala wanted to thank him but as he drew her closer her voice didnt seem to work. Ayalas mind slowly started working again. She cared. For some reason that felt like a bad thing but at the moment she couldn't give a crap. His warm body near hers didn't help clear her thoughts at all.
His hands on her face made her nervious, maybe even slightly jumpy. When he stepped away from her she was unsure what was happening, was he leaving? Maybe she'd actually done something wrong this time. The absence of his warm body next to hers made her feel a little bit emptier inside.
When he stepped back she didnt move away as she had the first time. Her hand reached up and her fingers ruffled his bangs gently while pushing them out of his eyes. She smirked as she thought of his earlier comment.
"I don't think I want to know right now why they call you Delilah."
"so you don't want to know why im called Delilah?" She said thinking that although he was the one who had said it he might not remember his words since he had spoken them a while ago. "dont you want to know the secret behind it?" Her eyes flickered between each of his eyes displaying a look of mock innocence. She drew herself up to her full height and moved her face so hers was only inches away from his. She was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. "i'll tell you my secrets, if you tell me yours" she whispered without looking away.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Sept 14, 2008 23:02:11 GMT -5
Isaac closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He tried to picture Ayala, to test the imagery he'd begun to etch in his mind. It hadn't quite sunk in, but he let his eyes flutter open when he felt her hand near his forehead, brushing away the hair that had fallen across his eyes. Then he heard her speak.
"So you don't want to know why I'm called Delilah? Don't you want to know the secret behind it?"
She had asked it as a question, but Isaac thought she presented it as more of a challenge, an invitation to something less than decent. He marveled at the feeling of newness that she brought to him, but at the same time, her words brought back some of his old spark, and he felt himself being drawn in. He was beginning to feel like Vice again. He would have to find a way to keep the tenderness he possessed as Isaac, along with the bitterness of Vice. He wasn't sure how he would accomplish that, but his mind was in other places now.
Isaac snapped his gaze back to hers. Her eyes seemed to dance with excitement, and he wasn't exactly sure of the cause. Maybe it stemmed from something she intended to say, or maybe it was from something she expected him to say. Isaac didn't know. What he did know, however, was that his mind was moving a thousand thoughts a second, yet he wasn't having a bit of trouble keeping them straight. His heart began to pound, the blood to pulse in his veins, and he felt his eyes smoldering. Ayala's face was almost touching his now. He could taste the coolness of her breath. He listened with clear intensity, as she spoke again, this time in a whisper.
"I'll tell you my secrets, if you tell me yours."
It was as if some sort of flame had erupted inside him, ignited some passion that had been held at bay for too long. Vice felt his shoulders heaving, the spicy sweetness of the tantalizing words tempting him beyond escape. She had not looked away, and Vice felt even stronger than he had before. It was a new kind of strong, and even as he surrendered, he knew he was in control. Taking Ayala's face in his hands, he sought her lips with his own, allowing the new strength to take over. His kiss was deliberate and smooth as he moved his lips deftly against hers, his concentration fully focused on her. He moved his hands across her hair, to her shoulders, the back of her neck. He didn't want to stop. Everything inside him was raging, every thought magnified a thousand times.
Pulling back very slightly, Isaac let his lips roam her face, her hair, and guided her to a corner of the darkened room until her back was against the damp wall. He leaned in again, kissing her even more fiercely, both of his hands planted against the wall on either side of her. He let the kisses slow, almost diminished into nothing, before he brushed his lips to her forehead and whispered, his mouth on her skin, "I can think of a secret we could both share."
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Post by Delilah on Sept 15, 2008 21:52:44 GMT -5
The change was immediately apperent. Yeah she'd meant them to provoke him but she hadn't really expected what happened next. As his hands moved her face to his and his lips touched hers she just stood there for a moment while the shock set in. She closed her eyes and brought her hand to settle on his cheek. His hand moved across her hair, to her shoulders and then to her neck and she felt goosebumps raise in the wake of his warm skin against hers.
He pulled away and she opened her eyes to see why but closed them again as his lips travelled around her face. As he guided her towards a corner in the dark room she felt the goosebumps raise all over her body. She stumbled a bit but he was doing a good job of guiding her. When she hit the back wall he kissed her again and she could feel the fierce emotion in his touch and it seemed to be contagious. Her hand moved so that it was laying against the back of his neck and she kissed back letting her pent up emotion from the last hour or so take over. She was sure that things like this didn't usually happen randomly but she didn't really care at the moment.
When he slowed and his lips moved to find a spot against her forehead she let out a small whimper. Her other hand joined the one already against his neck as one hands fingers ran through his bottom hairs and wound themselves in, holding him close to her.
"I can think of a secret we could both share."
She didn't want to hurt him so she pulled gently on his hair, wanting his face would move back down to where his lips would be at her level. She quickly responded as soon as her lips were close enough that they brushed his but not close enough that it counted as real contact. She closed her eyes and though they were close she replied in her normal voice, "I can't read minds, Isaac."
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Post by Vice Ingram on Sept 15, 2008 23:53:48 GMT -5
As he rested his lips gently against Ayala's forehead, Vice closed his eyes, listening to the whisper of the cool night air that floated in through the broken window. It seemed like such a long time ago that his fist had smashed that same glass. He had stalked the street outside, looking to satisfy some unknown thirst, but now his being was filled with a new kind of hunger, something he wasn't sure he understood.
The damp roughness of the concrete wall was cold against his palms, and Isaac felt Ayala's hands behind his head, pulling him gently back to her. He couldn't resist, and gave in easily, letting his lips trail softly down her face as he made his way back to her mouth. Her lips were there to meet his, and Isaac drew his mouth away slightly, just out of reach. She moved closer to him, and he could feel the light touch of her lips, almost unnoticeable, but still completely tempting. His head was bent, and he stood watching her, feeling her breathe, wishing she had brought her mouth further. Her eyes were closed.
"I can't read minds, Isaac."
It startled him a bit to hear her voice at normal volume, yet it was strangely comforting. Isaac's lips parted into a grin and he shifted his footing, still pinning Ayala between himself and the wall. It took all his effort to restrain himself from her, but he couldn't just let a remark like that go unanswered. He was almost certain she had known exactly what he'd been talking about, but again, the challenge awakened something restless inside of him. It felt good to have someone with willpower stretching his own restraint.
Vice returned her retort with a knowing smirk, "I could always tell you..."
He straightened up so that he was no longer bent, and looked straight into her eyes. Then, because he could no longer help himself, he moved one hand from the wall and cupped her chin gently, the other hand smoothing her hair back from her face. He leaned in and touched his lips to hers, kissing her mouth, her eyes, her cheeks. The hand that cupped her chin was now replaced by his mouth and he let his lips linger lightly on the curve of her neck as he turned toward her and finished the sentence he'd begun, "But I'd rather show you..."
He pressed his lips to her throat one last time, and then forced himself to draw back, releasing her completely. She felt suddenly far away, and he rested one hand on the small of her back as he moved them fluidly to the door which he opened quietly. Stepping outside, he felt the cool breeze sweep through him and the rustle of the trees above. He looked up at the stars and then back to Ayala, catching his breath at her beauty as the moonlight fell across her in silvery waves.
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Post by Delilah on Sept 21, 2008 2:03:01 GMT -5
As cie shifted his postiion she wanted nothing more than to lean forward ad press her lips to his but as he smirked she knew he was about to say something and she wanted to hear his voice again.
"I could always tell you..."
She wanted so badly to respond with a 'talkin aint enough' but as he straightened out and looked her in the eyes she couldn't seem to form the words. He took her face in his hand and she moved her cheek slightly so she was slightly nuzzling into his hand. As he kissed her face in various places she closed her eyes.
"But I'd rather show you..."
She parted her lips to agree but as he drew away her eyes flew open and she couldnt understand why he'd moved. "wh.." she was cut off as moved her to the door. So they were going somewhere else... that worked for her. She followed him willingly but once they stepped outside she began to feel a little uneasy about where they would be going. She wondered if maybe she could convince him to go back to where she was staying because she wasnt sure that she was entirely comfortable going to wherever it was that he was staying. Expecially if it was a lodging house, that could end awkwardly with all of the curious glances and questions from the other kids. She reached foreward and lightly placed her hand around his. She tugged gently as she began walking towards brooklyn and then let go hoping that he would follow her.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Sept 21, 2008 18:51:24 GMT -5
Isaac could tell by the look on her face that Ayala wasn't exactly happy about the interruption, but once they were outside, her expression changed to one of understanding. Even he wasn't exactly sure where they would go, but it felt right just being out underneath the sky, the tall buildings looming over them. The truth was, Vice didn't have anywhere to go. He spent most nights on the street, on occasion finding shelter at one of the lodging houses. But he really didn't want to go there. He only wanted to be with her, alone.
He felt a smaller hand slip into his own and looked expectantly back at Ayala. Her expression was certain, and he was glad for an excuse to follow her as she began leading him toward the street. He had no clue as to where they were going, but he liked the feeling of spontaneity and laced his fingers through hers, stealing a sideways glance at her. He couldn't help but grin.
(off to Brooklyn!)
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